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Social obligations

Well, my sister is now in Leuven, and I'll be joining her in about 18 days. More nerve-wracking, however, is the fact that in about three hours I'll be attending the bridal shower of my friend Donna, who's getting married in early October. I'm so nervous I'm about ready to puke. (Note to self: don't puke at shower, might leave bad impression.) I've never been to a shower before, other than my sister's - and that one was fun, it was all highballs, naughty lingerie and filthy jokes. This one involves sitting on spindly chairs whilst nibbling at watercress sandwiches and drinking out of delicate tea cups (sadly, with no liquor in them). Everyone else will be younger by a decade, all with long blown-out blonde hair, and wearing pretty designer frocks in sizes like "2" and "0". And then there'll be ME: Cthuhlu in a china shop, slopping tea onto the pure white linen tablecloth as I choke to death on an entire plate of macaroons. I have this horrifying feeling that there'll be some momentary lull in conversation, and I'll leap out of my chair, rip open my dress and scream "COCK!" at the top of my lungs. Just to, you know, stir things up a bit. ::sigh:: Well, I probably won't do that. I'll save that for when I'm with my sister in Burgundy. :D

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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